Stars of stage and screen, Nieces Aubrey and Maggie (both in the middle of the pictures) danced their way into the audience's hearts last night in their spring recital.

June 3, 2018 - Sunday morning
58 degrees/cloudy/calm winds
Pentoga Road

I'll be the first to admit, I could think of a few dozen other things that were higher on my list than attending a dance recital Saturday evening. With her beautiful, big, eyes, Sargie twisted my arm a couple of weeks ago into committing and I'm so glad she did. What an entertaining show we watched last night.

You could feel the excitement in the air as several hundred mommies and daddies, aunts and uncles, grandparents, and friends, filed into the auditorium.

I didn't realize that Maggie was a dancer. 

Maggie - right front

In upper elementary school, she picked 'em up and put 'em down. What a wonderful talent.

Then there was Aubrey. The pint sized munchkin's an entertainer anyway, either dancing or singing, and the fact that she was performing in front of several hundred people didn't seem to bother her a bit.

Aubrey's second from left

 Congratulations, girls, for putting on a wonderful show. You made all of us proud.

The high school performers were most impressive. It's been a long time since I've seen teens tap dance, my favorite, and for a quick moment of insanity, I almost missed teaching again. Worry not, it quickly passed.

Saturday was a busy one on Pentoga Road. After arriving home from a four and a half mile walk, I got busy working up the wood in the trailer. 

A few of the pieces were huge and it took no small amount of prying, rolling, and good, old-fashioned, bull work to get them onto the splitter.

I think I'll have all of the firewood needed for next winter in another three loads.

My buddy, John, called from Sitka yesterday. It was good catching up on life with the former Superintendent of Schools. John and I traveled throughout the state together and we served together on a state-wide committee or two. He's one of the good guys.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in the shop mounting the letters for the current project and later, beginning to cut them out on the scroll saw.

Boy, talk about dicey sawing... whew. That script makes the letters quite thin in some places calling for the utmost attention to detail. Still, after just two or three letters, it's going well.

After a quick trip through the garden, I showered and took off for Iron Mountain to meet Sargie. We had a quick supper and made our way to the recital. You know the rest of the story.

Speaking of garden, holy cow, I have thousands of tadpoles in the garden pond. They are fouling up the water, but there's not much that can be done until each sprouts arms and legs and hops off into the garden or woods.

All those black dots along the sides are tadpoles

At least I'll be able to look in the mirror and say that I've done my part to further the cause of all the ugly toads in the world.

We received another inch of rain last evening and during the night. That brings the total to 3.8 inches in the past three weeks. My garden is loving it.

Sargie works from noon to five today. I'll ride back to Iron Mountain with her and bring the Blazer home. The rest of the day should be spent in the shop. With cloudy and rainy skies and a temperature of only sixty forecast, I'm looking forward to it.

Time to get a move on.

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...